Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.